“Do you live around here?” Russ wanted to know. Ralph Watson told his name and where he lived, but he said it was a long distance to the cow pasture where he had to go, and he added that the mother of the Bunker children might not let them go. “I’ll take you to-morrow if you want to come, though,” Ralph promised. “Then we’ll go,” said Rose. Then, in answer to a question, she told the others that she had been walking along the brook looking for watercress, of which Daddy Bunker was very fond. Rose was using the stick to poke aside the bushes on the edge of the brook when suddenly Jimsie had sprung out at her, driving her back against the tree, where she had stood, afraid to move while the dog barked so furiously. “If I had only known he wanted to play I’d have played with him,” finished Rose, with a laugh. “But I thought he was a savage dog.” “Oh, Jimsie is never ugly,” said Ralph. “He barks a lot, but I guess that’s because he has to do it when he helps me drive the cows. Well, I’ll see you again,” he added, as he started away with his dog. “He’s a nice boy,” said Rose, when he was out of sight. “I’d like to have that dog,” remarked Russ. “I think—now maybe—I guess I have a riddle about a dog,” began Laddie, but before he could ask it, or even before he could think what it was, yells and screams came from another part of the brook. “That’s Mun Bun!” exclaimed Rose. “Sounded like Margy, too,” said Russ. “Maybe they’ve fallen into the water,” suggested Laddie. Just then Violet was heard asking: “Oh, what did you want to go and do that for? Now you have gone and done it! Are your feet wet? Did you get hurt, Mun Bun?” “Gosh!” laughed Russ, as he and the others started on a run for the place whence the voices sounded. “I guess Vi would ask questions if the house was on fire.” “Sounds as if Margy and Mun Bun had fallen into the brook,” said Rose. And that’s just what had happened. The three older Bunkers came upon Violet, Margy and Mun Bun a few seconds later. It was at a place where a small plank was laid across the brook as a bridge. Standing in the water on one side of the plank was Mun Bun. In the water up to her knees on the other side of the plank, was Margy. Both children were in the middle of the brook, and Violet was on one shore. “I guess Mun Bun’s feet are wet, and Margy’s, too!” chuckled Russ. “What’s the matter, Vi?” he asked. “What happened?” “Oh, these children started to cross the little bridge, and Margy wanted to go first and Mun Bun wanted to go first, and they pushed and shoved and———” “Which one went into the water first?” asked Rose, with a laugh, for, after all, the accident was not a bad one. “I fell in first!” cried Mun Bun, as if this was something to be proud of. “No, I did!” declared Margy. “Well, you’d both better come out,” advised Rose. “You’ll have to go up to the house and get on dry shoes and stockings.” “I’m going to ask mother if I can’t go barefoot,” said Mun Bun.